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My Dad Never Says “I Love You.”
There was a time when I thought my dad didn’t know a thing about being a good father.
I couldn’t remember him ever saying the words “I love you.”
It seems to me his only purpose in life was to say “No” to anywhere I wanted to go and anything I wanted to do, including getting a car.
Some parents bought their kids cars when they got their driver’s licenses.
Not my dad — he said that I’d have to get a job and buy my own.
So that is what I did. I got a job at a very nice restaurant and saved every penny I could. And when I had enough to buy my car, I did!
The day I brought that car home, my dad was the first one I wanted to show it off to.
”Look, dad, a car of my own. If you ever want a ride, I’ll only charge you five dollars.” I offered with a smile.
”I see,” was all he said.
One day, there was something wrong with my father’s truck. So he needed a ride to work.
The sun wasn’t even up when we left the house, but it was already getting warm out. It was going to be a hot day.
As I dropped my dad off, I watched him, dressed in his work clothes, getting his tools from the truck of my car.
Watching his sun-weathered face, and even from a distance I could tell there were more lines than I ever remembered being there before.
I realized how hard my dad works for the family. My father is a cement finisher（水泥修整工）.
In that instant, it occurred to me that he actually got down on his hands and knees to sweat over hot concrete（混凝土） to make a living for his family.
And he did this day in and day out, however hot it got.
Never, not once, had I hear him complain about it.
To him we were “worth” it. And never once did he “charge” us for it.
When he slammed the trunk, his tools set off to the side, he walked over to my window to hand me five dollars.
I rolled down the window and said “Good-bye, dad. Keep your five dollars. It’s on me. Don’t work too hard. I love you.”
His eyes met mine, then glanced away in the direction of his waiting tools, he cleared his throat and said, “Oh, and…me, too.”
As I drove away, I knew “me, too” was enough because my father showed me his love with his actions, day after day, year after year.